Nan Zhi was completely stunned as she watched Li Gaoyi flee in disarray.

No, is she really that scary?

Li Gaoyi looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

Just then, Zhu Xiangming walked by, and Nanzhi stepped forward to ask him a question.

"Lord Zhu, what's going on with Lord Li...?"

Zhu Xiangming chuckled to himself, "Lord Nan, you might not believe it, but Lord Li was beaten up last night with a sack over his head."

"I can't believe it!" he exclaimed, but inwardly he thought: Well done!

This guy looks down on women, he deserves to be beaten up more.

It's a pity I didn't see the other person's face just now, otherwise I would have known how badly they were beaten.

"That's right."

Zhu Xiangming leaned closer and whispered, "I wonder who did it, but they did a really good job."

Nanzhi looked at him in surprise, "Lord Zhu, aren't you afraid I'll tell others?"

Zhu Xiangming laughed and said, "Lord Nan, please feel free. I've disliked him for a long time. It's just that we're both officials in the same court, so it's inevitable that we'll be polite when we meet. It's all just an act."

Nan Zhi seemed surprised that the usually composed Zhu Xiangming had this side to him.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhu Xiangming said, "My lord, we will be returning to the capital soon, and I would like Jingji to stay with you."

Nan Zhi asked in confusion, "Lord Zhu, Jing Ji has already mastered my teachings. He will surely make great contributions when you return this time. Why not let him come with you?"

Zhu Xiangming frowned, seemingly unwilling to say anything more.

"My lord, the court is rife with intrigue and turmoil; now is not the time for Jingji to return."

Nan Zhi understood that Jing Ji was young and would surely be promoted upon his return. The Ministry of Works was a mixed group of people, and he did not want Jing Ji to get caught up in their conflicts.

If one day Jingji has the strength to contend with everyone, then returning will be the best choice.

Nan Zhi couldn't help but ask, "Lord Zhu, is the Ministry of Works really in such a mess?"

"It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken."

Nan Zhi: "Tell me quietly, which faction are you on?"

Zhu Xiangming exclaimed in alarm, "My lord, you mustn't speak recklessly! This matter concerns our lives!"

"I know, I know, look at you, so timid."

Zhu Xiangming glanced at Nan Zhi and said, "My lord, don't gloat. You'll understand once you get to the capital. Besides, you're a woman, so it's much harder for you than for me."

Nan Zhi said nonchalantly, "If I were to enter the court as an official, I would surely find officials living in harmony and the place flourishing."

Zhu Xiangming couldn't help but scoff, "You're just bragging."

......

The two arrived at the place where they had previously grown rice.

The field was lush and green. When Nanzhi came over, Nanqun carefully walked from the field to the bank.

"Zhizhi, look, it's only been planted a short time ago, and it's already grown so tall." Nanqun gestured with his hands, showing how well the rice was growing in just a few days.

For farmers, nothing could be more joyful than this.

Nanzhi: "I'll leave the rest to my uncle. If he can't manage on his own, I'll find someone to help you."

“No need, no need,” Nan Qun refused. “I can take care of this little bit of land.”

Nan Yatou has already helped the family enough. She has been taking care of Chunxian and Chungu's studies. He has nothing but his farming skills, so how could he let Yatou down?

According to Nanzhi, weeding and pest control during the rice's growth process is quite labor-intensive, and if her uncle were to do it alone, he probably wouldn't be able to complete such a heavy task.

Nanzhi had an idea in mind.

Looking at the rice paddies, Zhu Xiangming couldn't help but sigh.

"Professor Nan, what is the expected yield per mu this time?"

Nan Zhi: "If I am not mistaken, the yield is 800 jin per mu."

This is already the most conservative estimate for Nanzhi, because it is a product of the system, and the actual weight obtained is much more than this.

"Eight hundred jin!"

Upon hearing this, Nan Qun dropped the shovel in his hand, nearly hitting his own foot.

Zhu Xiangming couldn't believe it; even in the south where the water was plentiful, the highest yield of rice could only reach 300 jin per mu.

What does 800 jin mean? That's more than double.

If this rice crop is successful, the people of the world will have no worries about food and clothing.

Zhu Xiangming bowed deeply to Nan Zhi and said solemnly, "My lord, you are a man of great talent!"

This was all thanks to the system, and Nanzhi accepted the favor without hesitation.

"If you succeed this time, my lord, you will surely have a place in the imperial court."

Nanzhi said modestly, "No, no, I'm just a farmer."

Nan Qun listened to the two talking in a daze. He had just heard that if the rice was successfully grown, Zhizhi would become an official in the imperial court.

To truly stand before the emperor is an immense honor!

The ancestral graves of the Nan family are about to emit auspicious smoke!

No, I must talk to my mother about this when I get home tonight, and also tell my wife to offer incense and pray to Buddha more often.

“However,” Zhu Xiangming changed the subject, “Lingshan County is remote, and your appointment to the court has already caused dissatisfaction among many officials. If anyone does not want you to be promoted, they will definitely try to sabotage it. You must be careful.”

After his reminder, Nam Gyi finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

Lingshan is located in a remote area, but high-ranking officials have spies all over the country.

They don't even need to come over; they can easily destroy these rice paddies by simply giving the order.

Nanzhi suddenly remembered the village patrol team from before.

Nanzhi returned home that same day and immediately went to find Zheng Xinghai.

Zheng Xinghai was worried about money. The patrol team had to settle accounts every day, and at this rate, the money he had wouldn't last long.

Namgyal immediately said that she had a way to solve the problem, but the patrol team would have to pass by her rice paddies every day.

It was just a matter of taking a few more steps, and Zheng Xinghai immediately agreed.

Lin Jiaxiang tasted sweet potatoes at Nanzhi's house and told Lin Chengyi about it when he got home that night.

Lin Chengyi was overjoyed.

Nan Zhi kept discovering new things, and Lin Chengyi now looked at her as if she were a treasure.

Even Lin Jiaxiang was jealous when he saw it.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Lin Jiaxiang asked as he saw his father rummaging through drawers and cabinets, seemingly searching for something.

Seeing Lin Jiaxiang standing in the middle, Lin Chengyi walked up to him and said awkwardly, "Do you have any money? Lend me some."

He knew his father was an honest and upright official, but he never imagined he was so poor.

Which father would ask his child for money?

Lin Jiaxiang reluctantly took out one hundred taels from his pocket and handed it to Lin Chengyi.

"That's all?"

Lin Jiaxiang pulled out another hundred taels of silver. "Father, what do you need the money for?"

Lin Chengyi snatched the hundred taels from his son's hand, saying, "Tomorrow we'll go to the village. Nan'er is short of money; let's help her out."

"Sigh." Lin Jiaxiang was unhappy.

"Father, between me and Nanzhi, who is your biological daughter?"